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June 29, 2006

Man, it sure is exhausting, all this messing with Texas. But don't worry, kids, Texas has been messing with me by dispatching tiny bugs to bite every square inch of my feet so that I spend most of my waking moment scratching myself. (Makes a great first impression in high level meetings, let me assure you.) Awesome!

OK, back to Massachusetts for a whirlwind 36 hours of packing the last few things and loading the truck and wrangling the cats into their carriers for what is sure to be three hours of anguished howling all the way to New Jersey!

June 24, 2006

Wanna know what I have been doing? Laundry. And packing. And more packing. And getting my hair done. And packing. And eating weird leftover food combinations to get rid of our kitchen goods. And packing. And packing and packing and packing. Yet nothing actually seems to get packed. Or at least our amount of stuff left unpacked never seems to be diminished. Is this normal?!?

Target Couture in a word: retarded. You know, I love Target as much as the next bargain-hunting fashionhead (just bought the absolute bestblack jersey knit dress there for, like, $20, it's so flattering, though that web photo sorta sucks), but for fuck's sake, there is no "thrill of the chase" in finding stylee clothes for couture retail prices. Seriously, the whole point of Target clothes is that they are disposable-chic, which is why I do not get pissed that the seams are often wobbly or the damn thing falls apart or I dump coffee on it.

Anyway. I am off next week to MESS WITH TEXAS (don't think I won't, motherfucker!) so I don't know if I will post again before I am moved and whatev. So just in case, love to love you, babies, and see you in the Garden State!

June 21, 2006

K-Fed to save the penny! (I am sure he needs all of them he can get since Brit claims he "pays for everything," ahem.) That's one fucking weird self-promotion stunt, no?

Anyway. I am in a dead panic about packing up my house at this point. I seem to be only able to manage an hour or so a night after work, and that is just not cutting it. Poor Mr. Pink will be stuck doing way too much when I am in Texas, I am afraid.

I got nothing. Except more obsessing about how I need a week with no work and no obligations to finish everything, and I am not going to have that. But that's not so much fun, so I shall end this post...[pause, heavy sigh]...now.

Hmm, I am only 52% New Jersey...I am sure that percentage will keep going up when I actually get there. I understand that my house will be a tantalizingly close drive to the real-life Bada Bing, so that's one question where the answer will change, no? Hee. (Via new kitten owner, Jack Bog!)

June 18, 2006

We went down to New Jersey yesterday to pick up the keys and unload a few boxes we brought down with us. It was a relief that the place looked like I remembered...except that I was convinced it had 2 bedrooms but it has only one. Fuck, how did I manage that? But whatev, it is so big that it hardly matters.

We did get a lot done though. We met one of our neighbors -- you can see him there guarding the entrance to our garden/backyard. He greeted us with a hiss and arched back, so that's, uhm... We also unloaded 5 giant boxes of books so we could take the boxes back to Massachusetts with us for reuse. Because we have an ungodly number of books. (Please note that in a shocking lack of intellectual vanity, I did not even strategically select which titles are visible in that photo in order to present myself as one with uniformly highbrow tastes. Although I will say, all the Bob Dylan-related books belong to Mr. Pink.)

I like the quirky elements of the house (these radiators, for example, strike me as endearingly compact) but that makes it so hard to find furniture. We wandered around Ikea for a few hours but couldn't decide on anything. For example, we have to come up with a dining room set, which will be our first, but it's so hard because both of us have sort of hyper-modern taste in furniture but the building's mission styling makes that a no-go.

Anyway, it was a thought-provoking trip (thinking about shopping!) but it did fill me with an intense anxiety about not being packed up yet and having to go out of town next Monday...so I did what every self-respecting, organized, responsible person would do: started knitting another pair of socks.